Chapter 5

Training?

"What are you talking about? Goten is good looking," Hisoka mused, " What I want to know is why Misuki always gets the guy. DAMN YOU BROWN HAIR!"

"I like your brown hair," Trunks put in.

"Yeah, right," Hisoka said, "once again Misuki goes out while I stay home. I'm gonna go play some video games. DAMN HAIR!"

"I still don't see why you're complaining. I LIKE YOUR BROWN HAIR," Trunks said as he flipped her hair with his hand.

"Alright, so you like brown hair. Where does that get me if someone who is not interested likes my hair? Huh?"

"Who says I'm…"

"La la la la la, Not listening, besides I think I'll go train," Hisoka said turning away.

"TRAIN?" They questioned with a look of amusement, "What are you crazy?"

"You might be surprised," Hisoka said tauntingly, "Anyone want to spar?"

"I don't have time to spar with weaklings," Vegeta mocked.

"Go ahead, Flee in te-roar (terror)," Hisoka mocked right back.

"You want it little girly, you got it!"

"Easy, Dad." Trunks said.

"Yeah, easy, we don't want you having a heart attack on us…Old man."

"Why I…grumble…grumble…. are to…grumble...grumble…I'm gonna kick your…grumble…grumble."

"But first," Hisoka announced, " I need different clothes!"

The tall Hisoka arrived in the training room minutes later sporting one of Trunks' Gi.

"Well, it doesn't quite fit, but okay," Hisoka said tugging nervously at the tight top part of the shirt.

"Alright, come on already!" Vegeta said impatiently, "If you want me to go easy on you, you'll hurry up!"

Hisoka stood still, not moving from her spot. She just crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Vegeta. Vegeta, impatiently wanting to get it over with, charged a fully prepared Hisoka, who in turn grabbed his arm, flipped him over her back and, still holding his arm, placed her foot in the middle of his chest.

"HOLY SHIT!" Trunks exclaimed.

Hisoka sighed long and hard before saying, "Didn't I tell you my brother is a Marine (taught her a thing or two did he). Anyway, you need to control your temper," Hisoka chastised, "And thank you I needed this."

Hisoka released Vegeta. He back-flipped off the ground and on to his feet.

"Needed this? NEEDED THIS!" Vegeta screamed, "Gallick Gun!"

"Dad, NO! That's too much, she can't use energy attacks!" Trunks bellowed.

Hisoka screamed as she remarkably backlashed his energy wave to him.

Vegeta fell to the ground with a look of astonishment plastered on his face.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY DAD?"

"I think…I reverberated his attack back on him," she said in voice filled with quiet astonishment, "I backlashed his energy wave? COOL! I was sure that I would have kicked the bucket with that little adventure."

Trunks just looked confused as he leaned over the crumpled form of Vegeta, making sure that he hadn't 'kicked the bucket'.

"Cool? You just about kill yourself and then you almost kill my dad and all you have to say is COOL!"

"Well at least we would have died with our boots on" She said shrugging, "Like real men…er…and woman. And besides if I would have died all you have to worry about is getting Misuki back home, not both of us. It would have worked out for the better. Who's gonna miss me anyway?"